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[sleep-deprived-luka]

Gog au niigo for tonights doodle

[kellm4n]

📂 📂 📂 📂

JAYNE'S FAVORITE TYPE OF HEADCANONS .

- gerri is phenomenal at wordle. she is very much one of those people who has specific starter words, as well as posts her streaks on twitter. she is near sighted. - gerri has an older sister. she went no contact with her mother after starting college in new york, and it caused a lot of tension between them, gerri hasn't returned to kentucky since her mother's funeral and probably never will. her daughters haven't met their grandparents on their mother's side, nor their aunt. - gerri prefers it this way. - she gave her daughters very gender neutral names because of how her own name granted her opportunities growing up that most girls didn't have.

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

"Hmmm...if I have to guess, the song must be playing in his head or he didn't burn his eardrums long enough that to which he hear it in low audio." Kinie Ger theorized. "Regardless....I will destroy that song. That song is still ringing in my head after hearing that. Who knew a curse from an older time period would do this much damage. I'm also jealous. I wish I could of take this Egyptain curse on if he wasn't that damn focused on that slab."

'....I believe that was true...Wait, how the hell did he even hear the song?!' Sukuna thought the same question like Kinie. How did Daichi hear about it. He did remember his ears were burned so how!?

'It's almost like someone looked up the song from the phone and showed him..or something..' he grumbled. 'Though, if I ever hear that damn song again, i'm going to destory where it's being played at...' he said annoyed.

[lesbians-all-the-way-down]

In love with the dynamic of my two favorite self inserts: one who's autistic about whales and one who's obsessive and compulsively terrified of them.

[ginalafraise]

Study

[girlactionfigure]

Rabbi Reuven Israel Kott was a Torah prodigy whose cleverness and chutzpah saved thousands of Jews from annihilation by the Nazis.

Born in a Polish shtetl in 1897, Reuven was one of fifteen children. His family were Hasidic followers of the Ger Rebbe.

Reuven’s exceptional intellect was apparent at a young age. He was a gifted scholar of Talmud and Jewish scripture, so precocious that he was given rabbinic ordination when only 17 years old.

The Rebbe took a special liking to Reuven, and every Friday night Reuven sat next to the great man at his festive Sabbath gathering. Small in size - he stood only 5’1” - Reuven was known for his big brain, and big heart.

Reuven was selected by his community to represent them as the Jewish voice on the local provincial council. When the Polish president died in the 1920’s, young Reuven stood at the graveside with other clergy and delivered a eulogy on behalf of the Jews of Poland.

Although life seemed fairly good for Polish Jews at the time, the Ger Rebbe sensed that big trouble was coming. He urged his followers to get out of Poland and move to Eretz Yisrael (the Land of Israel), at that time British Mandate Palestine.

As the Rebbe’s right-hand man, Rabbi Reuven Kott threw himself into the mission of helping Jews leave Poland and return to their ancestral homeland.

The British had a quota system restricting the number of Jewish families they let in. Reuven took advantage of a bureaucratic loophole defining “family” as two parents and an undetermined number of offspring.

Reuven collected money and bribed Polish authorities to get blank birth certificates. He would then “create” new families, matching people up, changing names and identities as needed. Every “family" had at least a dozen children.

Reuven told those he helped that they must stick with their fake identity. Most people complied, but a few didn’t and were caught. Under threat of being sent back to Poland, somebody gave Reuven’s name to the authorities.

Reuven and his brother were on a train in Warsaw when three plain-clothes officers approached. After verifying his identity, they arrested Reuven for bribery and forgery and threw him in jail. As a pious Jew, Reuven couldn’t eat the non-kosher jail food, so every day his daughter brought him a kosher meal - a two hour journey each way.

After several long months, his brother finally got word that there was going to be a hearing in the case. He went to visit Reuven in jail, told him the news and asked which lawyer he wanted to hire.

Reuven scribbled something on a scrap of paper, folded it up and slipped it through the bars of his cell. Outside the jail, Reuven’s brother unfolded the note. He was shocked to read the contents: “Hire me the most anti-Semitic lawyer in Warsaw!“

Reuven’s family was baffled. With so many top-notch Jewish lawyers, why would he want an anti-Semite? Had his incarceration led to a mental breakdown? Reuven’s brother assured them that he was of sound mind, and he went to Warsaw and found an attorney notorious for his fierce hatred of Jews.

The day of the hearing arrived, and the courthouse was packed with hundreds of Hasids from Reuven’s community. Reuven was allowed only three minutes with his lawyer, and then the hearing began.

To everybody’s shock, Reuven’s lawyer stood up, made a brilliant argument, and got the case dismissed.

Back home in the shtetl, everybody wanted to know what Reuven had said to his lawyer in those three minutes. Reuven said his Talmud study had taught him that in a business deal, if you get three “Yes” answers, the deal will close.

He asked his lawyer three questions:

- You hate us Jews, don’t you?

- Do you want to see me rot and die in jail?

- Would you like all of us Jews gone from Poland?

The lawyer answered yes to all three questions. Reuven immediately shot back, “What good would it do if one measly Jew rots in jail? If you set me free, I can get all the Jews out of Poland!”

Reuven got what he wanted by blinding the lawyer with his own hate. He continued his work “creating” large families and helping them move to Palestine. The anti-Semitic attorney even helped him procure more blank birth certificates. People often asked Reuven when he would go to Eretz Yisrael. He said, “I’m like the captain of a sinking ship. It is my responsibility to get all the passengers out before I get in the lifeboat.”

Over the course of 20 years, Reuven helped tens of thousands of Jews escape Poland. Today, almost half a million descendants of those Polish Jews owe their lives to Rabbi Reuven Israel Kott.

Unfortunately, Reuven himself never made it to Israel. He was murdered at Auschwitz in 1942.

For proving that one small man in three short minutes can accomplish miracles beyond measure, we honor Rabbi Reuven Israel Kott as this week’s Thursday Hero at Accidental Talmudist.

This story was told to us by Reuven’s granddaughter, Ziporah Bank. She heard it from her mom - the daughter who brought kosher meals to Rabbi Kott in prison. 

Accidental Talmudist

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

i saw a fascinating post on xhs the other day where someone asked if dyslexia exists in chinese since it's not a latin based language. my gut instinct was to say of course it does because it's a language based disorder not a latin based disorder but then a lot of people said they've never heard dyslexia being discussed in china so i guess i was wondering if you know anything about it? idk if you're dyslexic but you seem to be fairly in the know about chinese culture so it can't hurt to ask i guess

oooooo boy welcome to whole rabbit hole AKA same rabbit whole am went down earlier january (2nd link heavy tw ableism)

don’t quote me but! from what read is. bc english be letter based latin alphabet language, n chinese be “logographic” (had to look word up but basically like. characters), very different form right? so process these different language different in brain somewhat (apparently?). which mean english dyslexia & chinese dyslexia actually different! like u can be more severe chinese dyslexic but milder english dyslexic, or even only chinese dyslexic but not english dyslexic, or vice versa!

n like even how dyslexia present itself may be different! like for example DSM 5 say “In the English language, the observable hallmark clinical symptom of difficulties learning to read is inaccurate and slow reading of single words; in other alphabetic languages that have more direct mapping between sounds and letters (e.g., Spanish, Ger-man) and in non-alphabetic languages (e.g., Chinese, Japanese), the hallmark feature is slow but accurate reading.”

n we not know much abt dyslexia in chinese n why can be so different across language. very understudied

so all sign n symptom u read abt dyslexia all be study on english (n maybe some other similar letter language) that may.. or may not… still apply or show up same way when talk about language that look n work drastic different

not dyslexia researcher! so these what be told so always double check

& when people say “dyslexia not exist in chinese” (misinformation btw) of course there part of chinese/characters vs english/latin aphabet letters part but beyond that there also element of. similar to how people may say “autism not exist/rarer in china” - it understudied by english-language research people bc sinophobia n western-centric & it ignored by majority chinese people bc ableism (ppl not care), not that it actually not exist

[jewishconvertthings]

To be a ger is to be always a foreigner everywhere you go.

"Ger" literally speaking, meant "foreigner" or "stranger" before it ever meant "convert," and in some texts still means that. Famously the Jewish people is described as being "gerim" in the land of Egypt. Does that mean we were converts in Egypt? No. We were foreigners - strangers whose rights were easily taken away and oppressed, and this is why we are commanded to be kind to foreigners. But there is the rabbinic double meaning of "convert," and the Jewish people is commanded to love converts as well.

But I would argue that there is an element of foreigness to our conversions as well. We are always in some ways immigrants to Am Yisrael. For some of us that may simply have been the experience of it being a paperwork issue, and culturally you have always been at home here.

But for many gerim, we come from outside. We come for any number of reasons, finding our way here through the intuition of our neshama, by chance or by luck, by family or friendship, by allyship, by exposure to Torah or exposure to the Shechinah - or any combination of the above and more.

But we come to the Jewish people asking for shelter and connection. Some of us come with a whole pedigree of Jewish studies and deep prior connections, and some of us come as refugees from other faiths and cultures, with nothing but the spiritual shirt on our backs and dreams of a better future.

And over time, we assimilate. We readily learn the culture and the language and the customs. We learn to cook the food and to follow the laws. We change our clothes to fit with our community and we move to the neighborhood where the other Jews live so we can walk to shul. We reshape ourselves into yiddishkeit and work hard to naturalize.

And eventually we do! We become part of the fabric of the Jewish people forever - having changed our whole lives and changing the shape of the Jewish people in turn. But our roots always lead back to this process. That's not a bad thing or a lack of authenticity - just take a look at the stories of naturalized citizens and you'll see the pride and strength they bring to their new nation. Even so, we are, and always will be, foreign immigrants to this community. Our Hebrew will always have an accent. Our background will lack many of the early milestones that other Jews experience. Our stories and relationships to our families will always be different. You will feel that sometimes. That's okay! That's normal, even years later.

What caught me a bit off-guard, though, is how much part of being a Jew in the diaspora is to always, in some way, be a foreigner also. It seems obvious enough, right? But I had never fully connected that feeling of foreigness from my conversion in to the perpetual foreigness of Jewishness that takes root from our conversion out.

Because once you leave, once you change your culture, you become an outsider and a foreigner to the dominant non-Jewish culture around you. You sound different. You dress different. People perceive you differently and you in turn react differently. You have changed your culture, and in so doing, become a cultural outsider.

There's a bit of ennui to it sometimes, I've found, of always being on the periphery. We are joining, have joined, a liminal people and yet are liminal people even within that people. This is nothing to do with active exclusion — many of us are lucky enough to have found ourselves ensconced in wonderfully welcoming communities that treat us as valued members of the tribe. Rather, it's much more just a practical reality of being a person who left behind one culture and assimilated into another. You can never fully sever your roots any more than you can rewrite the past, but you have also changed so deeply that to return would not be any more possible than returning to a past iteration of yourself. That person is gone, and you are new, and you have become something different, and you are from There and have come Here, and in so doing, a part of you will always be a ger, a traveler, a foreigner, a stranger, and the only thing you can do is embrace it.

What we mean by "home" is always so interesting, isn't it?

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

Okay so in the same vein as this post, I want to reality check the people who keep asking (yes I've been this person too, don't @ me) why oh why are Jews the only group leftists are willing to categorically deny self-determination to, and the reason is that most of them are tits deep in Christian supercessionism and don't even know it and have absolutely no desire to change that.

The reason they deny self-determination to Jews is the same reason that they would deny any claim to self-determination of, say, Mormons. If the Mormon church tried to claim Utah because it's the epicenter and birthplace of Mormonism [Edit: apparently the birthplace of Mormonism is western New York and not Utah whoops, but the point stands] and therefore they may as well have an indigenous claim to it, people with brains would rightfully lose their shit.

"But it's a culture too, not just a religion!"

So? Have you met any Mormons and spent time with them? They have their own culture.

"Okay but Jews are an ancient people!"

Please look at the batshit Mormon theological view of the Twelve Tribes and their attitudes towards Native Americans.

"Okay but our history is real!" Yep! These people don't know the first thing about Judaism and Jewish history and don't care.

The reality is that most westerners are hellbent on ignoring Jewish history and ethnoreligious identity because literally all of western civilization is built on Christian supercessionism. Even the people who leave Christianity and hate it (and "all religions") with a violent passion still refuse to engage in learning about Jewish cultural and ethnic history because you cannot do it without engaging the history and texts that they blame as the roots of Christianity and therefore they discredit all of it out of hand.

Obviously they're super fucking wrong about this. You, my fellow yid, and I, both know that. But unraveling the supercessionism means understanding their culpability in Jewish suffering and how they benefit from institutionalized antisemitism.

They are extremely unlikely to do that.

Why? Because if they unlearn Judaism as "just a religion" &/or "Christianity without Jesus" and begin to understand it as an indigenous Levantine group, they then have to reckon with the reality of how much Christianity has stolen from Jews and how much of their hatred for Jews is baked into their western goyische psyche by intentional Christian misunderstandings of Judaism.

Am Yisrael cannot to them be a real people with deep tribal roots and a strong culture, because then they would have to separate Judaism from Christianity and question their assumptions about us and our history.

"But Judaism accepts converts!"

Okay, as someone who "converted," I'm going to say no, not really, actually. Conversion is a convenient shorthand, but it's not accurate. Converting to Judaism means a mutually consensual adoption into the Tribe, after thorough vetting, at least a year of study and perseverance but probably more, and the main, primary promise that you make is about choosing to share the collective fate of the Jewish people. Yes, this adoption and naturalization is through the medium of the spiritual/religious aspect of Jewish identity, but it's way more than that. To be a Jew is to know that I might get stabbed on my walk to shul for being visibly Jewish, and to accept that possibility because the idea of not living as a Jew is worse. Gerim have to be ride or die because a serious chunk of Jewish history is on the "die" side of that equation. You have to be just a little bit nuts voluntarily take on that risk (reminder that I say this as a ger who is happily Jewish) and it must come from a place of profound love for and identification with the Jewish people. And once you join the family, that's it. You don't get to ever stop being a member of the family, even if you become estranged from it.

It's a people, with a deep history and culture, and anyone who joins it takes on both. Obviously your genetic makeup and ancestry don't change, but everything else does.

Understanding that major difference in Judaism in a serious way means that they would have to let go of their world view that their religion and culture are separate, that Christianity intentionally divorced faith from culture in order to acquire as many converts as possible, and then begin to understand how Christianity has shaped their understanding of culture, tradition, what religion is, ethics, and values. And they would have to then make an effort to separate their understanding of Judaism and what they think they know about us from Christianity, however they do or don't relate to it.

[wolfsgefluester]

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[kellm4n]

@asprinkle asked : jokes aside, META + motherhood :)

she grew up hating the idea of motherhood. as a child she vowed to never get married or have children. she didn't want them, and the idea never was particularly appealing. baird had wanted children, gerri claimed to be . . . indifferent to the idea. in all honesty: the idea of motherhood in itself terrified her in a way she couldn't describe at the time. ( this is not to mention her own strained relationship with her mother and sister. nor her strained relationship with womanhood and femininity, all of these things play a part in her initial distaste toward motherhood as a whole. ) having children was an expectation. pregnancy another reminder of what she was, her status, baird's wife, the mother of his children. the woman in a man's world.

motherhood did not come naturally to gerri. she was never very good at it, she lacks maternal instincts. this is not to say she regrets having the girls ( she did perhaps, when she was younger, but she is only human, and those feelings are out of her control. something kept to herself. ) she always made sure they knew that their mother loved them, she would read them stories when she was home, she would tuck them in when her schedule allowed, but she also missed events, recitals and practices. she prioritized her career over her family, and that strained her relationship with the them. she was a good mother, but not a good mom. and that is something gerri is aware of. she doesn't pretend she is anything or anyone other than who she is.

she is working on being better, reaching out, making an effort with them. it's easier now that they're adults, that they don't live at home, that they live out of state, that seeing them requires convenience on both sides. she is trying to mend her relationship with them. but even now she lacks the instinct, the ability to comfort them how they need. this falls back on her inability to feel for the sake of emotion, who she is as a person.

she was not built for motherhood, but she would never blame her children for that. gerri does, and has always loved her girls, and she is very protective of them. she just doesn't know how to show that.

[jiung-colors]

THE WINDOW | h.t & k.d [BND]

Pairing: boynextdoor Leehan (Kim Donghyun) x Taesan (Han Dongmin) x female reader. Taesan!Dom x female!reader.

Genre: smut.

Warning: +18 MDI, Neighbor, curious neighbor, unprotected sex (don't do it), established couple, hot video calls, masturbation.

Summary: Your neighbor Donghyun spies from his window every single time you and Dongmin have sex, the reader likes to walk around the house naked and the window in question is right in front of the young couple's bed. Donghyun sees all this and that's it!…

notes: this is a tradution!!

parts: 4 (all in this post)

w.c: 5,000

pt.01

It all started one very hot day in the late afternoon, almost at night. I was walking around my room naked with the window wide open, when I noticed someone was behind my neighbor's window.

When I looked out to see better, someone was hiding, I saw his eyes and his dark hair. That caught my attention and I started to notice my neighbor's window, which was always half open and I always noticed that he was behind it spying. I lt was Donghyun, we have chatted a few times in passing in the elevator, he is a guy with a good physique, he studied architecture and lives alone.

Everyone knows me, so I took advantage of the game and played along. I walked around naked knowing that he was behind that window, I even put my toys on my little table for him to seem. The game was escalating, I touched myself to get him really hot. Until one day I saw his silhouette drawn on the window with a giant erection. I got hot right away and I threw myself on the bed and started playing with my dildo, the black one, the biggest one and together with my vibrator I had an orgasm for him, so he could hear my screams and moans.

We were fucking one of the many guys who passed through my body, I was mounted, I had the window open, althought with the currains closed, I was moaning very nicely because I almost about to reach orgasm when we heard some noises, they were coming from the neighbor's window, when I heard the noises I stopped moaning ans slowed down the movement of my hips, althought I continued moving, that's when my biyfriend tell me in a low voice.

" I think the neighbor is spying on us, but it doesn't matter, you continue along, you can't see anything, the curtains aren't transparent.

"You can't see it, but you can hear it" I said, between moans.

"It doesn't matter if he hears you, he's already grown up and knows about these things, and you have your back to the window, so even if he could see you, he'd only see tour silhouette, standing with his back turned. Hahaha.

That comment he made excited me because I imagined my neighbor listening to my moans and wondering if it was true that he was watching my silhouette moving on my boyfriend cock. I kept fucking, but I was more excited and my hip movements were faster and stronger until I exploded with an intense and loud moan, my excitement grew along with screams, while my boyfriend continued saying, who knows how many times he has masturbated listening to your moans and imagining that delicious vagina. I answered, he can't imagine it, he knows it well. I like to show me around nakes so he can watch and masturbate with me I said.

One day, it was around 12 noon, I was alone and I went to take a shower. I honestly forgot to close the curtains and I left the bathroom. I saw the curtains open and thought that there was no problem since my neighbor was never there at that time, so I left them open so that light could come in and I could ger ready comfortably.

I turned on my stereo to listen to my music, since I had just shaved I was putting on cream so my vagina wouldn't get irritated and also my body creams, berween the music and how entertained I was with my ritual, I saw someone standing near the window, I quickly turned around and oh surprise! There was my neighbor standing without hiding, watching me naked at his whim and with his gaze fixed on my body, I quickly bent down a little, crossing my lega and covering my breasts by crossing my arms, it was the first thing that occorred to me.

I could see that he was only wearing shorts and had a bulge between his legs. He just smiled at me and left immediately. I got nervous because this time he didn't hide, but rather he positioned himself on purpose so I could see him. But almost immediately I remembered that I liked him to look at me at will... I thought, how long had he been there? Did he see me when I was rubbing cream on my vagina? Did he go to masturbate thinking about everything he had seen?

All that was going through my mind when suddenly, almost without realizing it, I caressed my clitoris and manipulated one of my nipples. I masturbated sitting on the edge of the bed thinking about what had happened minutes before and thinking about what my neighbor's penis would be like and if at that moment he would be masturbating thinking about me. Ohhh, what a nice orgasm I had, wetting my fingers and moaning as if I was in heat. I wanted to tell my boyfriend what had happened, but I decided not to, at least at that moment, since I didn't know how he would take the fact that another man had seen the vagina and tits that at that moment were only his.

Then, all the time, when we were having sex, my boyfriend would tell me things like, “Right now the neighbor is listening to you fuck and moan, imagine if he saw us? Just look at those nice tits the neighbor would see if he spied on us. Obviously, that excited me because now he had really seen my body. Sometimes we would notice that he would lean against the window to listen to us fuck, to hear my moans and it would turn us on deliciously. Until one day when we were having sex, after dark, something different happened. Maybe he was more excited or maybe he thought it was time to move on to another stage. He had me penetrated missionary style and suddenly he said to me.

"can I open the curtains because it's very hot and there's no air coming in?"

"But the neighbor is going to see us…

"I don't think so, I can't hear him being home today, and besides, whenever you get in the house you always turn your back to the window. If I see him looking out I immediately notice and cover you quickly so he won't see anything.

"Ok I said. Do you want he to watch us fuck?

He stood up with his penis erect in all its splendor and opened the curtains, I remained lying on my back with my legs apart waiting for my boy to penetrate me again. I got to the bed and lifted my legs wide open so he could penetrate me at will, he put it in me and began to pump, he spent a while giving it to me nicely when he told me.

" Get on top because I love seeing your tits standing up and I'm sure you'll end up feeling better.

I got on and started moving my hips until I had my first orgasm, just at that moment I felt him cover me, but at the same time he hugged me.

"What's up, love?" I said.

"I think the neighbor saw us, it's not clear, but I saw a shadow, it's nothing, don't worry. It's okay, I already told you that he would only see your back and the movement of your hips, and it's dark in here, I don't think I'll be able to see much, but if you want I'll get up and close the curtains, but I don't think there's anyone there.

Ok. I continued riding with my thing, then I saw him looking a lot towards the window and I said to him.

"The neighbor is here, right?

"Yes, but don't worry, you can't see it, go on, let him imagine and masturbate to your health.

I didn't answer anything, I just moved my hips frantically, moaning very loudly when suddenly he took the sheet off me.

" Give he love, give he precious, let him see how you rid me.

"Yes, yes" I said to him,"is he watching?" And he replied, "yes, he is watching you ride"

"Should I turn on the TV? He'll only see your back." I nodded and he took the remote and turned on the TV.

I kept riding and riding when he said, "Let me suck your tits so your nipples stand up properly."

I leaned towards him, then he opened his buttocks and said, let me see your penetrated vulva and the hole in your ass.

"Whatever you say", I replied. And he began to pump me frantically until the clicking of my vagina could be heard.

"Yes", I heard my pussy clicking and I saw my lips receiving my cock.

"If you give it to me hard, how nice you fuck me.

Suddenly I came in a very strong orgasm," I'm cumming" I told him, and he told me:

"Now turn around so the neighbor can see you face to face and see your beautiful tits and those nipples." So I stood up and saw out of the corner of my eye that he was standing almost not hiding in the window, I pretended not to see him, he adjusted himself and I got back on again now facing the window. The truth is because of the light from the TV that illuminated the room I couldn't see the outside very well.

I was riding forward and moving my hips,

"Stand back a little so I can see your penetrated pussy", he told me.

I obeyed, I did everything he said because every idea he gave me excited me more and more.

So we spent a good time until the click of my vulva, between the pounding of my pubes on my wide open buttocks, between my moans, I could hear the moans of our neighbor, letting me know that he was cumming and I began to say " Give me your milk baby, give it to Yn, let your milk out for mommy " and at that moment he came. "Hahaha", although those words were for my neighbor, he also gave me his young milk, both men gave me their semen and that made me feel more excited, more of a slut until I exploded in an intense orgasm.

We turned off the TV and fell asleep. The next day we didn't say anything, he spoke normally and that made me feel less sorry and less morally raw.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

pt.02

After that night when the neighbor finally saw us making love, I was dying of shame the next day after meeting him.

After that night when the neighbor saw us having sex, a few days went by without any incident. I didn't notice him anymore behind the window, although I continued walking around completely naked. I really don't know if the neighbor was somehow embarrassed too, and we tried to avoid another moment like that, although just thinking about it excited me. Until one day another situation happened.

One afternoon alone, I had just gone through my period so I didn't feel like masturbating, getting out of the shower, I heard a noise outside, and I opened the curtain a little to see if the neighbor was spying, what was my surprise when it was him looking to see if he could see something, perhaps hoping to see me naked, I paid attention and could see that he was also naked in the room with his hard penis, stroking it and sticking his whole head out, a shiver ran through my whole body when I saw that white cock, a big head.

Immediately my pussy responded, lubricating itself, my nipples stood up, without thinking twice I opened the curtains more and my neighbor immediately hid his precious cock with his hands, I pretending to be surprised just opened my eyes, he stared into my eyes with his cock in his hand, I didn't know what to do, obviously I didn't want him to leave, but I also didn't want him to get false hopes that he was going to fuck me, however, being a good female, I have paid attention to what this man wanted, he scanned my entire body and released that wonderful cock that he had in his hands to show it to me, when I looked at it more closely my legs began to tremble and my breathing became between cut and agitated.

He began to masturbate his penis showing me everything in its splendor, being a true female I stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, I opened my legs to show him what he was causing, my super wet pussy responding to him, I stopped my tits and he looked at my nipples, he looked at my vulva, he looked at me and he showed me his delicious cock, then I began to masturbate, and I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful cock.

I wanted to suck him off, I wanted him to penetrate me, I wanted him to put that nice cock on my buttocks, to rub my clitoris, I lay down on the bed and raised my legs, separating them as much as I could, he continued masturbating his cock and looked me in the eyes, I caressed my tits with one hand and with the other I still massaged my vulva and ran my fingers over my vaginal lips.

I saw that he began to stir and he said to me:

"Look mommy how you've put my dick, look mommy do you want to see how the milk comes out?

"Oh yeah baby give mommy your milk give it to me I want to see it daddy.

"Yes, mommy, there you go ohhh.

At that point I saw him release a lot of milk, some of which fell on the floor and some remained in his hand. He finished cumming and without further ado he turned around and left.

I stood up and remembered everything that had just happened to me moments before, I remembered that abundant amount of semen that the neighbor had given me, how I would have liked to feel that milk inside my vagina, on my tits, in my mouth, that beautiful white and thick semen, how I would have the smell of that semen to have stayed liked on my vulva, on my hands. But it was not yet time.

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p.03

After the masturbation session encounter I confess that I felt ashamed and guilty about what I had done, since my boyfriend at the time was not present and I did not know whether to tell him what had happened. That afternoon I did not leave the house, one because I did not want to meet the neighbor and two because I had things to do and I took advantage of them to do them. Of course, every moment I remembered what had happened that day, I remembered that young cock, well erect in all its splendor, the big head and the bulging veins, I remembered that great come with abundant semen.

Later that evening my boyfriend Dongmin called me as usual to catch up on how our day had gone and to talk about work and stuff like that, because during the week we didn't see each other because of work and distance, I never missed an opportunity to say hot things to me and of course I played along. I wanted to tell him what had happened so I asked him when he would come.

"There are still a few days until Saturday. But love, how is your delicious little shell?" I have replied.

"Here waiting for you ready to receive you as always, she with her lips open and I with my arms open hahaha.

"Let's see, show it to me so I can say hello and see that delicious little thing you have (I start a video call)

Obeying my man, I turned on the light, greeted him and blew him kisses and lay down on the bed, I was only wearing very short shorts and a tank top without a bra that showed off my nipples.

"Look, you delicious woman, let's see, take out your tits, I want to see them and enjoy them.

I immediately complied and showed them to him.

-Here are your tits, my love, look.

-Ohh how delicious and that nipple, you know I love to suck and suck like a baby. Take off your shorts, I want to see how your pussy looks.

"Of course", I took off my shorts leaving only my tiny thong. "Do you like it?" I asked while moving over the thin fabric.

-Ohh yes precious, look nothing more than beautiful", it bulges and how it stands out with that thong, "I can already imagine the delicious aroma it must give off", he said touching his cock

-Look how I touch myself for you, I'm already wet", I told him, moving to one side, revealing my wet lips, "Do you like it?" While I have masturbated.

-Of course I love you like that, white and shaved, look how my cock is throbbing and hot. Do you have the curtains open? I wonder.

-No, everything is closed, don't worry, no one will see your whore's tits or pussy", I replied.

"It doesn't matter if someone sees how delicious you are, if they see that beautiful pussy that only I fuck and those tits that only I enjoy " he replied.

-I prefer that you are here and if you like you can open the curtains so they can see me, you know I like it", while I caressed my vulva faster and faster. "Look how I'm putting my dildo in, look how my big black cock is taking me" and I started to play with my clitoris with the other hand.

He began to masturbate harder and faster, "open the curtains to see if the neighbor sees you, so he can see everything you have, there's no problem with some asshole seeing you, after all I've seen that the guy is very respectful, and you also pretend you don't see him", he told me in a broken voice, already very excited, perhaps imagining that he could see me, or because of the show I was giving him.

I stood up, stripped completely, opened the curtains, and returned to the bed. "I opened them", I told him. I spread my legs wide and began my masturbation ritual with my big, black dildo, which entered easily, moaning louder and louder.

-Oh how delicious! You look so delicious, how that black guy fucks you", he said, while she masturbated quickly, bringing him closer to the camera so he could see him in all his splendor.

-Here I come, I finish, I finish", with screams and moans I said as I felt my orgasm.

-Make your pussy click, go fast so the black guy can make you finish well", he told me.

-OMG!" I accelerated the rhythm of my hand and you could hear the chop chop chop of my vagina. We exploded in a delicious orgasm at the same time.

-We came so good, look at all the milk I got out", he showed me his semen and his cock was still throbbing just like my vulva. "Did the neighbor see it, love?" He immediately asked me.

-No. I answered.

-Imagine how delicious it would have been if I had seen it like that? "I wonder.

-Actually, yes, it would have been very hot, but it's a good thing I didn't tell him.

-Try to make him see you naked, when you get out of the shower leave the windows open and if he sees you tell me what do you think? Wouldn't that be really hot? Imagine if the guy saw all that delicious stuff you have?

-In the morning he almost saw me naked, I came out of the shower and saw that I forgot to close the curtains and when I went to close them I saw that he was in the room, I immediately closed them.

- Seriously, do you think he saw you? It would be great if I could see something, I already got a hard-on again just thinking about him seeing your tits and shaved pussy.

-I think so, if I can see anything, because when I was closing the curtains I turned around and maybe he can see my whole body well", I answered.

-Mmmm, how nice! Next time, try to make him see you naked and pretend you don't see and try to make him look at you at will. And if something happens, tell me.

It was a good opportunity to tell him at another time that he had already seen me naked, and if the opportunity arose, tell him that he saw me masturbate, but first I would tell him that he had seen me naked.

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pt.04

Days went by and I didn't hear anything from the neighbor those days and I didn't hear that he was at home, maybe he also went on a trip to see his parents or to work. My boyfriend Dongmin called me daily by video call and we had virtual sex, obviously with the curtains open so the neighbor could see the masturbation session and we got excited fantasizing about the neighbor seeing me naked and how I came. However, as I mentioned, it seems that he wasn't there.

It was Friday, so I thought I'd tell him that night to call me, that that day in the morning he had seen me naked now, (even though he didn't see me), the fact was to tell him what had happened before. The truth is I still had no intention of telling him that he had even seen me masturbate, and he had done it too, I was going to tell him, but on another occasion. That day he calls me and after greeting each other and catching up and when the hot chat that preceded a masturbatory session began, we were in fact already naked, I took advantage and told him.

-This morning I got out of the shower and left the curtains open, when I heard a noise and slowly looked out and it was the neighbor. I thought about quickly closing the curtains, but I remembered what you told me, that you would like to know that the neighbor had seen me naked, so I gathered my courage and left them open, I moved away from the window a little and pretended not to see anyone, I began to select my creams thinking about whether I was going to feel like it or not…

He interrupts me, "tell me if you dared, tell me if you showed off your body", he comments at the same time as he masturbates his cock, which was already hard enough by then.

-Yes, if he saw me", I answered, " he saw me, scanning every inch of my body. If I decided to let him see me, anyway I thought, he already saw when you were fucking, he already saw my pussy with your cock inside and the nipples of my tits standing out, what does it matter. So out of the corner of my eye I saw that he was standing at a reasonable distance, I began to put on my creams starting with my tits and nipples, I fixed my feet as usual, I continued with my buttocks until I reached my vulva, I raised one leg on the bed pretending not to see anything so that he could see my open pussy and I saw that he began to masturbate.

– Wow, really?" he asks me. "And did you see his dick?

-I couldn't see he well because I didn't want he to realize that I had seen him, and I think he came because I heard slight moans from him.

-You would have masturbated so you could see his cock, you would have given him one of those orgasms you know how to have.

-Yes I thought, but he didn't give me a chance, because when I think he came he almost immediately left, or he thought that if I saw him spying on me I would get upset". I answered him

-Well, it was still nice, next time try to get him to see you masturbating, tell him to come to the window so you can see him masturbate too and both of you can give each other an orgasm", he told me.

At that point I was about to cum and I exploded. Then my boyfriend came too, thinking about what I had told him moments before.

-He'll be here tomorrow to give us some good fucking", he told me.

And so it was, the next day arrived.

Like a teenager, burning with desire, as soon as he arrived he barely greeted me, immediately he took me to the room, checked if the curtains were open, and began to undress me, he threw me down on the bed, settled between my legs, desperate, you could hear the blowjobs that his lips caused, sucking my juicy pussy.

He climbs up and places that hard piece of meat at the entrance, and with my pelvic movements I let him know that I was ready to be penetrated and pumped at his whim. Sucking my tits, he placed his cock between the folds of my lips and with one stroke he penetrated me. Ouch! I exclaimed.

He began his frantic thrusting, lifting my legs and placing them on his shoulders, leaving me wide open. You could hear the sound of our sexes colliding together with my juices, which hurt a little at times. I complained, but he kept pumping frantically, squeezing and sucking my tits, pulling on my erect nipples and sucking them again. My moans were getting louder and louder, the clicking of my vulva was getting more and more intense. I moaned and screamed, and then I exploded into an intense and abundant orgasm.

Dongmin lowered the intensity of his thrusts, making them softer and slower.

-How delicious you come! What a delicious little whore you are!…" he told me, at the same time he took his cock out of my vagina.

-Ride me, I want to see you riding", I stood up to mount him and then we could see that my neighbor was standing.

My first instinct was to cover myself a little, but he started kissing me, stripping me completely, and whispering in my ear, "let him see, let him enjoy himself. We have to pretend we don't see anything".

Sucking my tits, I stood in front of the window. He stood behind me and started to run his tongue over my ass. I closed my eyes as he caressed my soaked pussy. I opened my vaginal lips to show it in all its splendor to the neighbor. I opened my eyes and could see that beautiful cock again. It was a big, veiny cock with a big head. "Wow!" What a nice cock I said out loud so he could hear me.

My boyfriend looked over and said, "That guy has a nice cock, admire it."

-I want to ride you", I told him, he lay down on the bed in such a way that I was facing the window so that our little neighbor could admire me.

Without thinking, I got on his cock, opened my legs, took it in my hands, placed his cock at the entrance, making sure that the neighbor didn't miss a thing, of course, and began my ride.

I was touching my own tits and touching my nipples with my fingers. While riding, I looked at my neighbor and said to him, "Masturbate your beautiful cock, masturbate it for your neighbor." It was almost the first time I had exchanged comments with my neighbor. He came out and stood as close to the window as possible. He showed me his cock and he masturbated it. "What a nice cock you have," I said to him.

-Thanks", he replied. "You are beautiful too". Riding faster and faster, I thanked him, moaning. My boyfriend remained silent, listening to the conversation, his breathing becoming more and more labored.

I moaned, howled like a female in heat, licking my lips looking at my neighbor's big cock. -You like your neighbor's cock, don't you?" He asked while moving harder and harder, slapping my buttocks.

-I love it", she replied between moans.

-Can I ask you a favor?" Said the neighbor.

-Sure, tell me.

-Can you put her on 4?" The neighbor replied.

Without answering, he put me on all fours, penetrated me and started pumping. Making his thrusts harder and harder. I screamed like crazy.

-Do you want to see my milk again?" The neighbor said to me.

-Yes", I immediately replied, "I want to see how your milk comes out.

"Ouuuu!" the neighbor moaned as he released a large amount of semen. "Look how I cum for you, look!" the neighbor told me, cumming profusely, shooting jets that crossed the fence of the inn and fell into the patio that separated us.

He howled and moaned like crazy for that seminal gift, she couldn't take her eyes off his cock.

-Do you like it? Do you like seeing me like this whore?

-Yes my love, you are the biggest slut, that's how I wanted to see you, that's how I wanted someone else to see you naked", my boyfriend said.

At that point I exploded in an intense orgasm, you could hear my moans, mixed with screams, and I felt the cock begin to swell inside my vaginal cavity, and then I felt an enormous explosion of semen inside me, I felt the cock throb inside me that made me faint, it's as if I was waiting for that to fall asleep.

He took out his dick and said to my neighbor, "Did you like it? How's Yn?"

-She's beautiful, she's a delight. Her vagina and her tits are wonderful", he replied. "Thank you for letting me see". he commented.

-I'm glad you liked it, I just ask you to be very discreet, please, especially with the neighbors. Otherwise, you'll never see anything again.

-Don't worry, I have good principles and I would never do or say anything that would offend you". The neighbor replied. Then he got a call and had to leave.

-I loved this Yn, thanks for pleasing me", he kissed me and we fell asleep.

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[the-words-forever-unwritten]

Together- A Mittsie oneshot

Also posted on ao3:

summary: “We should get married.” Meeks randomly blurted out one night.

In response Pitts slowly lifted his head from where the two of them were huddled together and cuddling on Meek’s bed. He blinked tiredly, and gave a small chuckle   “It's like 2am Stevie.”

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Meeks proposes (kind of) (modern au)

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This is like sicking sweet guys

Fic under cut

“We should get married.” Meeks randomly blurted out one night. 

In response Pitts slowly lifted his head from where the two of them were huddled together and cuddling on Meek’s bed. He blinked tiredly, and gave a small chuckle “It's like 2am Stevie.” 

Meeks just smiled, seemingly not deterred by the reaction “I didn’t mean right now,” he started “But at some point, we should get married.”  

"Why are you talking about marriage all of a sudden?" Pitt lowered his head back onto the pillow. 

Meeks shrugged "I was just thinking," as he spoke he pushed himself up, holding himself up with his elbows "We're together all of the time anyways, it would just make sense, wouldn't it?"  

Meeks smiled. It was really that simple. Earlier that day he and Pitts had been helping each other study for an upcoming test; it wasn't anything special, they always did that. But at some point Pitts just looked at him, the way he always did, and Meeks suddenly realized that he would give anything in the world to spend the rest of his life with the boy beside him.  

Meeks and Pitts were a pair. That was just a fact of life. It was rare that you would find one of them without the other one being somewhere close by. It was expected, it was comfortable. They fell in line with each other. When they were walking somewhere they found that their hands fit together so easily, like they were molded just to hold onto each other, and when they kissed it felt like it was the simplest thing in the world. As far as anyone was concerned, their minds were connected and their hearts beat in sync.  

Pitts gave a lazy grin as he bit back a yawn. "Awe, and I thought it was because you love me." He joked, and Meeks shoved him in response, causing the other boy to laugh. 

"Of course that's part of it, I didn't think I had to say it." Meeks rolled his eyes, though the smile never left his face. Meeks loved Pitts so much, and he thought he was the luckiest boy in the world that he got to tell him so often. "You know I love you Ger." 

 Pitts continued to grin as he nodded along with Meeks words "You're right, I do." As he spoke Meeks dropped from how he plopped himself up, and he laid back down, still facing Pitts. As if it was an unspoken ritual, Meeks reached over and grabbed one of Pitts hands, enlacing their fingers. It was still a perfect fit. Pitts used his free arm to pull Meeks closer to him "And I love you too."  

Meeks grinned "I know." He turned his head up and placed a quick kiss on Pitt's lips. Pitts smiled as he kissed back.  

When they pulled away from each other Pitts spoke again "Now I think we should sleep, if my boyfriend will agree." 

Meeks tilted his to the side "Hmmmm." 

"Steven."  

"Alright alright, yes sleep." He let go if Pitts hand to instead wrap his arms around him and hold him even closer.  Pitts just smiled, he put his now loose arm around Meeks as well, and he closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep. Meeks closed his eyes as well, he was close to dozing off, before he suddenly realized something. His eyes snapped open and he spoke up again “You never answered me. About getting married.”  

Pitts opened his eyes again and he just stared at Meeks with flushed cheeks and a smile on his face. “Of course I would love to marry you. I didn't think I had to say it."  

"Really?" Meeks lit up, he never expected any other response from him. He wouldn't have been so confident suggesting it if he did. Still, hearing it out loud was a whole different thing. 

 "Obviously, we can buy each other rings and everything. In the morning." Pitts gave Meeks a look, once again reminding him of the time, before breaking into a giggle. 

Meeks relented "Okay okay, goodnight Ger."  

"Goodnight Stevie." Pitts spoke, and they held each other close and fell asleep, with the knowledge that they were together, and that would never change. 

[ourtalechara]

OKAY NEATH! FANS LISTEN UP

(analysis of Mr. Pages verse of the MV that I spent a while creating coming up)

I just showed Down Here In London to my singing teacher and luckily for us she a) has a bigger monitor than the phone screen I usually watch Neath! on and b) is heckin' smart, and instantly figured out "pridesolated" as pride + isolated. Which totally checks out! Byron is infact both of those things!

"Promtscivious" is a bit of a difficult one. I didn't ask my teacher what she saw in this one, but she studied it for a moment, and based on her reaction, and my own analysis I assumed she found either promiscuous or prostitution - either of which could be there, but I believe that promiscuous is much more likely. Mischievous is also definitely in there. What I'm uncertain about is to whether there are two words, or three. It's not quite spelled like promiscuous + mischievous, and while that could just be a spelling error (intentional or otherwise) it could also be another word nestled in there.

"Posthumorous" is clearly posthumous + humorous. I'm not quite so sure what this is saying. Posthumous refers to the fact that Harry is dead, and humorous... I'm not quite sure. I mean, I know what the word means, but I don't see why it would apply to specifically Harry moreso than any of the others...

As for what the heck "maudlimiquitous" means, we're still totally lost.

But there's more we can learn from the music video!!

For one, according to the census forms, the ministry representative is named "Stuart Pendium"

Which is really fun!

The full census form cannot be read in any shot, but from what we can read, it looks like this (text in brackets is inferred, while ellipsis indicate the presence of unknown words):

The very top reads "[MINI]STRY OF ACCOUNTING & RECOUNTING", directly under that is a box with big letters that say "[C]ENSUS FORM"

From what we can read, the text directly under that says

"...[E]NUMERATING AND CHRONOCUMENTATIONS OF LONDON'S ... [T]HEIR WHIMS, FANCIES, AND INTRIGUERIES. BY ORDER [OF THE MASTERS] OF THE BAZAAR.

...[T]O THE OFFICE OF MR. PAGES WITH ALL DUE EXPEDIATION"

To the right of all of this is a seal of the ministry of accounting and recounting.

Underneath that the questions begin, the first box holding "MINISTRY REPRESENTATIVE", "BADGE NO.", "CITIZENIZEN", and "ADDRESIDENCE". On all forms, the ministry representative is Stuart Pendium, and the badge number is 19910508.

The questions underneath read "Q1: How many people live in this establishmentation?", "Q2: Is anyone in this establishment enam...rificated o...", and "Q3: How would one define their occupatory pursuits?"

All of the questions are answered as such:

[CITIZENIZEN: R]obert "Honest Bob" Rackett

[ADRESIDENCE:] The Singing Mandrake, Veilgarden

Q1: ...[i]nformal lodger at the Si[nging Mandrake] in Veilgarden. A tenant of C[assie] Haversham and fellow propriet[or]... was unavailable for comment.

Q2: "I should like to find myself ... and a heart with which to share ... no such fortune in such ende[avors]

The only thing I was able to make out for the third question was "absolutely legal"

[CITIZENIZEN: Byron Bri]mstone

[ADRESIDENCE: The Bra]ss Embassy, Ladybones Road

Q1: ... do not count in s...bers as ... end"

Q2: ...[s] and desires abound here; but w[a]... they of yours?"

Q3: "Our duties pertain to planes beyond your limited understanding."

CITIZENIZEN: Cassie Haversham

ADRESIDENCE: The Singing Mandrake, V[eilgarden]

Q1: A residence of the... lady Cassandra Hav[ersham] ... prietor ... [Haversham] [u]na[cc]ounted for? ... [lod]ger Ro[bert [R]ackett]

Q2: ...ons indul... [w]hich to...

Q3: ...er... led ... [i]ng. .. - dan[c]e[d]

While other forms can be seen, none of them are readable.

Additionally, many things on the table are connected via red string. Cassie is the one with the most connections (two strings pass by the pin on her picture, as opposed to the one that everyone else has). By the string connecting Harry and Bob is a scrap of paper with the words "Met with" written on it (likely meaning that the two have met each other at some time). Due to the positioning, one could read it as adding onto Honest Bob's word, making it "Met with Maudlimiquitous" (likely unintentional, but not entirely impossible). In between Byron and Cassie is a scrap of paper with "Fell impassionated with" written on it. There is a pin stuck in it, and the Cassie - Byron string passes through it. There is also another scrap of paper, which isn't attached to any string, and isn't near anyone in particular, but can be found above Byron's head. It seems to say "Regrets mee[ting]..."

There's more stuff I could mention, but this is already long and stuff and I'm tired.

[girlactionfigure]

Rabbi Reuven Israel Kott was a Torah prodigy whose cleverness and chutzpah saved thousands of Jews from annihilation by the Nazis.

Born in a Polish shtetl in 1897, Reuven was one of fifteen children. His family were Hasidic followers of the Ger Rebbe.

Reuven’s exceptional intellect was apparent at a young age. He was a gifted scholar of Talmud and Jewish scripture, so precocious that he was given rabbinic ordination when only 17 years old.

The Rebbe took a special liking to Reuven, and every Friday night Reuven sat next to the great man at his festive Sabbath gathering. Small in size - he stood only 5’1” - Reuven was known for his big brain, and big heart.

Reuven was selected by his community to represent them as the Jewish voice on the local provincial council. When the Polish president died in the 1920’s, young Reuven stood at the graveside with other clergy and delivered a eulogy on behalf of the Jews of Poland.

Although life seemed fairly good for Polish Jews at the time, the Ger Rebbe sensed that big trouble was coming. He urged his followers to get out of Poland and move to Eretz Yisrael (the Land of Israel), at that time British Mandate Palestine.

As the Rebbe’s right-hand man, Rabbi Reuven Kott threw himself into the mission of helping Jews leave Poland and return to their ancestral homeland.

The British had a quota system restricting the number of Jewish families they let in. Reuven took advantage of a bureaucratic loophole defining “family” as two parents and an undetermined number of offspring.

Reuven collected money and bribed Polish authorities to get blank birth certificates. He would then “create” new families, matching people up, changing names and identities as needed. Every “family" had at least a dozen children.

Reuven told those he helped that they must stick with their fake identity. Most people complied, but a few didn’t and were caught. Under threat of being sent back to Poland, somebody gave Reuven’s name to the authorities.

Reuven and his brother were on a train in Warsaw when three plain-clothes officers approached. After verifying his identity, they arrested Reuven for bribery and forgery and threw him in jail. As a pious Jew, Reuven couldn’t eat the non-kosher jail food, so every day his daughter brought him a kosher meal - a two hour journey each way.

After several long months, his brother finally got word that there was going to be a hearing in the case. He went to visit Reuven in jail, told him the news and asked which lawyer he wanted to hire.

Reuven scribbled something on a scrap of paper, folded it up and slipped it through the bars of his cell. Outside the jail, Reuven’s brother unfolded the note. He was shocked to read the contents: “Hire me the most anti-Semitic lawyer in Warsaw!“

Reuven’s family was baffled. With so many top-notch Jewish lawyers, why would he want an anti-Semite? Had his incarceration led to a mental breakdown? Reuven’s brother assured them that he was of sound mind, and he went to Warsaw and found an attorney notorious for his fierce hatred of Jews.

The day of the hearing arrived, and the courthouse was packed with hundreds of Hasids from Reuven’s community. Reuven was allowed only three minutes with his lawyer, and then the hearing began.

To everybody’s shock, Reuven’s lawyer stood up, made a brilliant argument, and got the case dismissed.

Back home in the shtetl, everybody wanted to know what Reuven had said to his lawyer in those three minutes. Reuven said his Talmud study had taught him that in a business deal, if you get three “Yes” answers, the deal will close.

He asked his lawyer three questions:

- You hate us Jews, don’t you?

- Do you want to see me rot and die in jail?

- Would you like all of us Jews gone from Poland?

The lawyer answered yes to all three questions. Reuven immediately shot back, “What good would it do if one measly Jew rots in jail? If you set me free, I can get all the Jews out of Poland!”

Reuven got what he wanted by blinding the lawyer with his own hate. He continued his work “creating” large families and helping them move to Palestine. The anti-Semitic attorney even helped him procure more blank birth certificates. People often asked Reuven when he would go to Eretz Yisrael. He said, “I’m like the captain of a sinking ship. It is my responsibility to get all the passengers out before I get in the lifeboat.”

Over the course of 20 years, Reuven helped tens of thousands of Jews escape Poland. Today, almost half a million descendants of those Polish Jews owe their lives to Rabbi Reuven Israel Kott.

Unfortunately, Reuven himself never made it to Israel. He was murdered at Auschwitz in 1942.

For proving that one small man in three short minutes can accomplish miracles beyond measure, we honor Rabbi Reuven Israel Kott as this week’s Thursday Hero at Accidental Talmudist.

This story was told to us by Reuven’s granddaughter, Ziporah Bank. She heard it from her mom - the daughter who brought kosher meals to Rabbi Kott in prison. 

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